Yue Guhong stared at the sword hilt trembling gently on the ice for a long time, finally made up his mind, stretched out his hand and held it tightly.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a warm current climbing up the palm of his hand, reaching his heart with a trembling feeling he had never experienced before, and he almost couldn't hold the hilt in his hand.

But after being dazed for a moment, Yue Guhong came to his senses and gripped the hilt of the sword even more tightly.

It is said that the real magical weapons will have some kind of mysterious resonance and tacit understanding with their owners.

The scene that he originally thought would only appear in myths and legends, was revealed in front of his eyes at this moment.

Although Yue Guhong has been used to being indifferent to people over the years, he still can't help but feel uncontrollable ecstasy welling up from the bottom of his heart.

Tried with three points of skill, if it was an ordinary layer of ice, it would have already shattered, but the piece of solid ice in the sword pool was still as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his slightly surprised face.

Although there was a moment of surprise, Yue Guhong quickly adapted to this situation. After all, the sword pond in Tianshan Mountain was arranged by the legendary ancestor. These ices that can guarantee that they will not melt for a thousand years naturally have their own advantages. The reason is that maybe I underestimated them too much.

Submerged internal strength, after all kinds of tests before, not only his appearance is very embarrassing now, but also his internal strength has been depleted a lot. Even with all his strength, he can only reach [-]% of his best state.

If he still can't pull out the long sword in his hand, Yue Guhong can only meditate and adjust his breath first, and try again after his skill recovers.

Fortunately this time, the millennium-year-old ice that was more than ten feet thick gave him a bit of a thin face, and several subtle crackling sounds sounded one after another. In the mirror-like sword pond, with Yue Guhong's feet as the core, A few strands of long and narrow cracks spread out in all directions.

Seeing that his actions had the expected effect, Yue Guhong immediately grasped the hilt of his sword and pulled it upwards, the sound of cracking ice suddenly became louder and louder.

In the next moment, the long sword that had been firmly inserted under the ice had lightly fallen into his hand.

"choke--"

The sound of Qingyue's dragon chant instantly echoed in the entire Tianshan Sword Pool.

Looking carefully, there was a very thin chain wrapped around the scabbard, binding it tightly to the hilt, so Yue Guhong was able to pull out the sword even from the scabbard.

I don't know what kind of material the chain is made of, it's neither gold nor iron, but it's extremely tough, even with Yue Guhong's fingers, it can't be torn off, and it took a lot of effort to untie it from the sword.

At the other end of the chain, there was a bamboo pipe hanging, and at this moment, Yue Guhong pulled up from under the ice along with the long sword, and it fell at his feet.

Yue Guhong didn't have time to think about it for a while, his heart was pounding, he didn't know what kind of magical weapon the long sword he had chosen would be.

I hope that I didn't miss it.

He thought this with some trepidation in his heart, and then drew his sword out of its sheath.

The palm was suddenly hot again, but it seemed that there was an extremely strong vitality and fierce murderous aura, which was conveyed to his heart from the hilt of the sword, making him hold his breath involuntarily.

At the same time, a cold light poured out following his action of drawing the sword. First, his eyes shone brightly, and then the entire sword pool seemed to suddenly brighten up.

Bright, but with a hint of chill, people seem to see the snow-capped Tianshan Mountains, and the flying dragons flying straight from the ground to the sky.

In an instant, the name "Snow Shadow Guhong" appeared in Yue Guhong's mind.

Although there is no evidence to support his conjecture, he firmly believes that his conjecture is not wrong.

Lovingly stroking this peerless sword that was about to belong to him for a long while, Yue Guhong finally remembered that the bamboo tube that came with the sword had not been opened for inspection.

Looking around in a blink of an eye, the entire sword pool was empty, except for dozens of long swords that were scattered under the ice layer and had been sleeping for an unknown period of time, there was nothing else.

What about the peerless sword manual handed down by the ancestor of the Tianshan School?

Yue Guhong's mood suddenly became a little sad.

In fact, his real goal is not the magical weapons in the sword pool, but the unparalleled martial arts secrets.

People who have practiced martial arts to his level should have been able to see through it long ago: as long as the strength is strong, even a piece of scrap metal can exert power no less than that of a hundred-refined magic weapon.

So back then on the top of Daiding, the man he could never forget didn't use any weapons at all, and with just a pair of fleshy palms, he was able to handle the siege of the Central Plains heroes with ease.

The trials in the Tianshan Sword Pool have already improved Yue Guhong's martial arts realm, so he can't help but yearn for the martial arts secrets hidden in it, but he is not very interested in the magical weapons in it.

But it was Xueying Guhongjian who chose him first, so he pulled it out from under the ice on a whim.

But if he has a profound martial arts secret book in front of him, even if he is asked to exchange it with the Snow Shadow Guhong Sword, he will definitely not begrudge it.

However, the walls are empty, which makes Yue Guhong feel uneasy.

His eyes turned to the bamboo tube under his feet. If there is really a secret book hidden in the sword pool, it should be in this bamboo tube?

That ancestor did not disappoint Yue Guhong. The roll of sheepskin that was taken out from the small bamboo tube had passed through thousands of years, but some method was used to make the writing on it still clearly visible. In addition, it has been protected in bamboo tubes and under the ice, so it is still intact.

After browsing through it hastily, Yue Guhong could hardly restrain the ecstasy in his heart.

Sure enough, it was a sword manual, and it was also the most proud martial art of the ancestor of the Tianshan School.

Because only with the Xueying Guhong sword, can the most subtle part of the sword technique be brought into play, the ancestor was always reluctant to give up this sword, even though his martial arts had reached the level where flying flowers and picking leaves could hurt people.

"With this set of swordsmanship alone, combined with the Snow Shadow Guhong Sword, one can rise to the top in swordsmanship and become one of the world's top masters. Given time, the future is limitless, but it depends on each person's chance."

What the ancestor wrote on the parchment made Yue Guhong very excited.

In other words, I don't even need to look for other advanced martial arts, as long as I thoroughly study this set of swordsmanship, is it enough to fight against the enemy?

I don't know if I have the qualifications to fight against that person when I have mastered this set of sword skills.

He was a little imaginative for a while, and he was in the sword pool for a long time, before he carefully put away the sword manual and Xueying Guhong, respectfully kowtowed several times into the sword pool at the entrance, and then backed out.

At most one year, I must practice this set of swordsmanship, and then...

Yue Guhong lost his mind for a moment, as if he had returned to the top of Mount Tai nine years ago.

There, he made two vows to himself, which have not changed to this day.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like